I am beginning to think that I need to pick a different time of year for photos. For some reason, azalea blooming time spells disaster for me. If you remember last year, I managed to severely sprain my ankle while photographing a sock. This year the spring photo shoot also proved to be quite the adventure.

First, there were the bees. Big, giant, threatening bumblebees. Not the sweet little honey bees. Or even the cute, fuzzy, docile bumblebees.

These were get-in-your-face-and-talk-about-yo-mama kind of bees. Ready-for-a-fight gangsta bees. Try as I might, I couldn’t avoid wincing when they dive bombed my hat.

“You think you can hang out in my flowers? I don’t think so!”

“You need to take yo’ human self outa here right now before things get ugly.”

And what would a photo shoot be without a fall. This time I fell flat on my tooshie while trying to get posed in the place Princess Buttercup found to be most artistically pleasing. Did I mention I landed in a container of rainwater? Or the feet in the air look that has SmallFry laughing hysterically? Who knew that photography was so hazardous to your health?

Hat in photos are a preview of a soon-to-be-released pattern. Details next time.